When that heaving, sparkling, jerking mass of quicksilver at last was captured-shining all through the brown meshes of the net-the younger lads sat down quite exhausted, wet through, and happy.
"The Beautiful Wretch; The Pupil of Aurelius; and The Four Macnicols"
William Black
But even the strength of the younger ones seemed to grow into the strength of giants when they saw through the clear water a great moving mass like quicksilver.
"The Beautiful Wretch; The Pupil of Aurelius; and The Four Macnicols"
William Black
I have looked in vain for any symptom of the "temperament of quicksilver."
"America To-day, Observations and Reflections"
William Archer